"Beowulf is to England what Homer's Illiad and Odyssey are to ancient Greece: It is the first great work of English National Literature," from The Holt's Elemements of Literature Textbook
Example of Anglo-Saxon Riddle
My plant-mother makes her path, moving toward the moonand light-bather.
Gravity makes me grow toward the ground.
I suggest no salvation, simply sinful persuasion.
My body belongs to you, but not my heart.
Heave me down, haul me home, and hack me to my seeds;
